A Table & Two Chairs
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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A seasoned lover
Clever
I praise her tea's flavor
Thank her for the gift
Of morn's spirit lift
My adoration she savors.
We sit with the brew
Talk a word or two
As each morning we do
For something more who cares
With a table and two chairs
Four hands and cups two.
A small time but enough
To make things less tough
Brave the day hereafter
A small space yet deep
Spent in blissful sip
In banter and some laughter.
Bu şiiri puanla
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